The Holiday Classic Meet

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: the following story is fictional based liberally on my swim team experiences. All of the people described are of legal age (not minors). Some graphic content. This is original content.

It was one of the most important meets of the year, and all of us were really keyed up, primed to give our best swims of the season, and to enjoy some fun in a warm and sunny climate. It was college break, so in addition to the meet, we were getting two free days after to enjoy the Florida sunshine. It was a team tradition all the swimmers and divers looked forward to. Six teams, some of the best from up and down the East Coast would be there. It meant lots of great, and hot swimmers. Lost a fast swimming, and lots of fun! The facility was a 50 meter outdoor pool. The chance to be outside swimming was rare, all our other events in indoor pools.

The teams shared a large locker room, which meant you got to meet swimmers from the other teams. While we were all competing against each other, the interaction was always sincere. I was in the locker room getting changed into my suit, along with several other swimmers from our team. There were about 25 swimmers in there from various teams, all changing into our respective team suits. That’s when I first spotted this incredible looking swimmer. He was all the way at the end, and had already put on his team suit. He swam for the Gamecocks, and had a really hot looking maroon team suit. The suit fit him well, hugging his masculine, well defined body like a glove, albeit a very tight glove. He was as tall as me, 6’4”, but he looked to be better built in his upper body. I could not help but stare, as I held my black and gold team suit in my hands, naked. He looked down at me and our eyes met for a second, but he was oblivious to my intent stare. Breaking the hold he had on my attention, I slipped my suit up my legs, realizing that if I did not, my arising interest would be clearly visible.

“Hey dude, we gotta get moving, coach wants us out there,” said Zachary, breaking my attention. Zachary was my best friend on the team, and my roommate. We have known each other since we both started swimming, and we got recruited at the same time. We were pretty much inseparable.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, waving him on, “be there in a minute… just making sure the good are packed up.” I smirked at Zach as I said it. When I turned back around, the unknown swimmer had moved in front of a tall mirror. He stood there for several seconds, in just his team suit, and adjusted himself several times, each time checking how he looked. In my mind he looked just fine. He was positioned down, forming a round bulge that blended nicely with the lines of his body. He clearly was meticulous about his appearance, or something.

I started walking toward the restroom just to see him up close. “Hi,” I said as I walked up to him. “Hey,” he replied, as he pulled his strings to tie his suit. “USC, good team” I added, extending my hand. “Hey thanks, you guys are too,” he replied. His smile was awesome, and his voice deep. He looked like he walked out of an Olympic swimming portrait. I really wanted to meet this guy. I wondered whether the feeling could possibly be mutual.

“My name is Ryan,” I added as we shook hands, his grip strong.
“Phillip,” he replied, “nice to meet you.”
“Maybe we’ll catch up latter, “ I said, thinking immediately that sounded really stupid.
“That’d be cool” Phillip replied. And with that he turned and headed toward the door.

I went into the shower area and got a quick spray of cool water. There was no way I was in any condition to walk out to the pool, my tight team suit was being put to the test with my rising excitement. It had been some time since I had a boner at a swim meet, and really didn’t want to have that happen again. Now, all I had to do was figure out how to get my mind on swimming and not on Phillip.

I was the last swimmer to get to our team bench. Probably the only one who needed a cold shower before arriving. And my mind was definitely not yet on swimming… and the cold water did not seem to be working well. I sat next to Zachary.

“You look to be a little horny,” Zach whispered.

To be continued….